Blood for the blood god!

Well it’s summer again, so here’s another amusing checklist.

Fire extinguisher
I really shouldn’t have to explain this one. Leftover fireworks. Drunken hipster BBQs. Flaming couches. Flaming machetes. Your beat up car overheating and bursting into flames. These are all very real and sometimes funny threats that will put you, your house, your friends and furniture in jeopardy.

Rush Inn drink tokens
I know you have a few and chances are you’re going to need to cash them in.

Warm Clothes
Santa Cruz Nights can be deceptively cold at times.

A working bicycle
Most of us have put this off for a long time, but it’s time to mount up and drunkenly run into inanimate objects.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
The blood god is always going to need blood. This summer is no exception.

Bike helmet
Your brain is soft and mushy.

Coffee Places that are 3/4 of a mile from your house
If you’re (f)under-employed & sedentary like me, you can definitely appreciate the allure of having somewhere to walk to in the late morning. The Abbey may have mediocre, over-priced coffee, but it’s just the right distance from my house to get my blood moving and snap me out of the Firefly marathon that could easily consume my entire afternoon. Tomorrow I check out the news stand on Mission for the first time. Having goals is awesome!

Vacations
Hiram & I (Ethan) recently fled Santa Cruz for the sweltering relief of Davis. We lounged around in cut-offs, baring our pasty limbs to anonymous strangers instead of to cute girls we would run into at the bar later. Allegedly some screen-printing got done, and a vicious black widow was slain with a hammer, and I lost at Munchkin.

We also jaunted up to the Yuba River and climbed up-river through boulders & water-slides until I got tired and almost threw a tantrum… then beyond. We ended up at a 20-foot-rock that we all jumped off of, and there was much jubilation. I fell a whole bunch of times, once really hard onto a rock that looked like a goomba from Super Mario Bros. I was pretty concerned that I had fallen onto my liver and was probably going to die, but it just left a wicked bruise that healed from the center outward so that for a few days I looked like I had gotten a hickey from a Fraggle, and now it’s almost gone.

Austin didn’t get to go because he’s not on our insurance, by which I mean he was at Comic Con taking shots with famous authors and jump-starting his writing/film-making career. Sucks to be him.

Have a wonderful rest of your summer, everyone!
Check back soon to learn about more must-have summer life-savers that we forgot.